Okay, so I cleaned it again...

The coffee pot, that is.
Maybe third time really is a charm.
Seems to be working a bit better now.
(Freekin' well oughta be workin' better... the last cleaning was over half vinegar, which for some odd reason I pronounce in my head "vine-gar" and then I always think of that ugly fuck Tom Berringer in "Eddie and the Cruisers" mispronouncing the name of the town in Jersey that I've been to a million times where his character was a teacher... it's called Vineland and just about pronounced "Vinelin" and he says it "Vine Land" all stupid and thanks to him vinegar is now forever "vine-gar" in my head... did I mention he's also ugly as sin?)

I also hung the blind and rearranged some shit in the front room and now it's also better. Cleaner, roomier, less cluttered...
Still need to rent a Rug Doctor someday.

The wash is now all the way done.
Just gotta gather Jr's socks outta the dryer if he didn't before he went out to work.
I bleached those nasty-assed things.
I wanted to last week when they were all gross in a large pile in the bathroom waiting to be subdued, but I was too sick still and he (Jr) washed 'em with some jeans before I got a chance to make 'em white again, so this time, I took it as a personal challenge, which... I won.
So there, socks.
And, y'all best quit growlin' and snappin' at me when I'm trying to get y'all into the machines, too, ya buncha ungrateful cotton or whatever yer made of.

Dishes are done, kitty potties are clean, provisions have been obtained (with the exception of the coupla thing I forgot last night...).

Right now, I'm sitting here in almost total darkness, most of the light I've got right now is coming from the monitor, half-watching "The Jeffersons" on TVLand and getting ready to toddle on upstairs to the library.

Then, sooner than later, I'm gonna go lay the hell down.

And, seeing as how this is the second or third night I've stayed up most of the night, I think I'm finally back as 100% as I wanna be.
(Meaning I still have no appetite compared to before and I like it like that...)

Not only did I finish the house up right, I also cleaned out the fridge and the pantry, then I put away the shit we just got at the store a while ago.
(Getting better about that "living-out-of-grocery-bags" shit...)

Right now, having my shit in one sock as far as the cleanliness of the house and car and crap like that and because it's early and I've got the house to myself and it's quiet, clean, dark and smells good and I don't feel sick as shit anymore... I almost feel content enough to be able to believe that Rob's right there, in the Crackerbox, asleep, and will be posting tomorrow.

I almost feel good.

(And, the instant I finish that thought, in staggers George... *grin* Which reminds me...)

I used his drill/screw driver/large vroom vroom thing to put up the miniblind.
(It's stored in a Dewalt box, whatever it is...)
Anyway, he brought this thing in outta his truck for me a month ago when I originally bought the blind, before I got sick.
Never did hang the blind then, so he took his drill back.
Brought it in again for me the other day and I used it last night, right?

Do ya think either of the times he brought it in for me to use he coulda bothered to mention that without a length of duct tape the stupid batt'ry would keep falling outta the dumbassed thing causing me to nearly kill two cats and break the window?

NOOOO.

Here I am, standing on a chair, barely knowing what the fuck I'm doing, trying to mount those irritating little cap-thingies that you stick the blinds in on the edges of the window and the fuckin' battery keeps falling out and bouncing to the floor.

Third time I said fuck this shit and got out my handy-dandy duct tape and solved that shit.

No wonder he let me use that one, huh?
*rolls eyes*

And, does anybody ever use alla that shit they have packed to hang miniblinds?
I don't even know what most of that shit is.

I use eight things.

The two endcaps.
Two screws in each one.
Then, after I've stuck the blind in, I use the little slidey-things to keep the stupid blind from falling out.

End of story.

The rest of that crap, I've got 700 sets of and I don't know what the hell it's even FOR.

Metal things, clips, more screws... ugh.

Just gimme what I need and fuck the rest.

And hell wid the instructions, too.

I've got too much "guy" in me to be bothered with that shit.

The only time I mind spare parts when I'm "fixing" something is the engine of my car.
If you end up with more shit than you started with on the garage floor, you might have a problem there, Sparky.
And, no, I do NOT care to find out what those parts are for whilst driving down the road and suddenly being unable to steer or stop or something, thanks.
(And, speaking of fixing cars... y'all do know that, no matter whatcha do, until you bleed repairing a car, it will not be fixed, finished, completed or started (running) right? It's true. Watch next time somebody fixes your car... soon as they bleed, it's fixed.)

Okay, on that note (and before people start wantin' to plug up the bathroom)...

I'm outta here.

I'll be back later.

Peace, y'all....

Posted by: Stevie at 03:57 AM

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